Succulent Wine

hook, line, sinker;

everyone's gonna be a fan.

Trapdoors-- they'll take her

to somewhere

with a faucet and a line.

 

deep in the pits,

a sand dune abyss rises,

tactical, built of rifts,

it's clause claims that you're mine.

 

please climb into my claws, little one,

retched as a swine.

You seem to forget, how funny I say

that your pessimism,

succulent as wine;

is all mine.

Reviews

[Divinity Sleeps in This]

Haha! This was not what I was expecting, but I don't mind. It's surprisingly bold!